"Thank you for your cooperation, Senior Uncle. I'll be leaving now."
The smile on Qi Yun's face subsided just enough, replaced by a faint, impeccable wisp of polite formality.
Before him, the various treasures, presented with trembling hands by the disciples of Black Death Peak, had been piled into a small mountain.
At its core was the Three Yin Meng God Map, sealed within a special Jade Box, yet still emitting faint, sinisterly cold waves.
With a casual flick of his wide, deep blue Daoist Robe,
the cuff transformed into a miniature, chaotic space that generated an immense suction.
The small mountain of treasures, like countless rivers flowing into the sea, was silently drawn into his sleeve and vanished, not even a wisp of Spiritual Qi escaping in the process.
Once this was done, Qi Yun casually cupped his hands toward the Black Slaughter Master on the throne, whose face was ashen and body was trembling slightly despite his forced composure.
